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On the Should of a Stranger The sound of my shovel breaking the ground is the only noise that reaches my ears. The warm tears running down my cheeks, the only thing I feel. I slow down my breathing to match the rhythm of the steady chink of my shovel as it enters the dirt, almost reaching a hypnotic state. Anything to keep my mind off what is happening. Chink. An image of me on my knees beside the road flashes before my eyes, and with it comes a searing pain. My shovel misses its mark and…

My heart dropped to the ground and my eyes fluttered with tears. I was in denial; no, I told myself, my mother was not going anywhere. Later on that day, my sister, grandmother and I went to see mom and as I walked in the room, she start smiling, telling me I looked beautiful and pointing at my hair. She was so amazed at me but as I was looking at her; I was trying to fight the tears from falling. I didn’t want to let her see me sad because she was already suffering. She…

A Conversation Between Myself(s): A One-Act Play (Several versions of myself occupy my bedroom. Sassy me – also mildly sarcastic – leans against my doorway, arms crossed. Logical me sits attentively at my desk. Stressed me lays on my bed, eyes closed. Pensive me sits on my windowsill and looks outside silently. Cheerful me sits at the foot of my bed, smiling.) Stressed: (sighs heavily) Writing this “Why UChicago” essay is really stressing me out. My brain hurts. Sassy: (rolls eyes) What’s new?…

Kneeling over top of her in that pure white dress trying to find the words I need to say was difficult. I had tears in my eyes and my heart felt like it was about to beat right out of my chest. My whole body wash shaking, and it felt as though I was going to vibrate right though the floor. All eyes are on me as I am in a trance like state not being able to look away from my hands. That night looking down at my blood soaked hands would change the way I looked at myself for the rest of my…

It was late at night when my mom was laying down eating popcorn and suddenly, she started having contractions. “Ugh, I am not feeling well, “ she said. She held her stomach. My dad and I looked worried. “Is it the baby,” we said, “ are you okay”. I was worried. Her expression showed she was in pain. My mom was holding on my dad like she was about to fall off a cliff, and her facial expression looked scared and like she was hurting. My dad knelt at her side, Kneaded her back. “I think we have…

amazing Caesar fell. Kind, what a fall it was, my other people who live in the same nation! By then you and I and every one of us tumbled down, while terrible wrongdoing won. Goodness, now you cry, and I sense that you feel pity. These are aware/careful tears. Anyway, on the off chance that it (over-(over-overloading and including with a lot of something) loads and joins together with an (long/big/moderately big) measure of something) you to (get some information about/attempt to discover…

It was getting harder and harder to deny the fact that she felt an attraction to this guy. She refused to say she was in love because we all knew that wasn’t possible. It was but a couple months. This was how long she’d known him and of those three months, he had a crush on her friend all of them. She never wanted to invest herself in a guy that she knew would never like her back but, it was hard when all he kept doing was drawling her in. Every sweet word and vowel that came out of his mouth…

A month ago I lost my best friend, Itzayana. It’s a day I will never forget. Almost every detail is as fresh as it was the day it happened. It was a Friday I was doing my homework. I remember taking a break and getting in my Facebook account feeling very stressful and nagging to myself, “it is only going to be a few minutes”. I got into Facebook and went directly to my messenger because there were two new messages. I checked the first one and it was my cousin from Mexico asking me if I was okay…

My first year of college, I experienced the greatest tragedy of my life. Some may say she was just a dog, but to me, she was my best friend. My Chihuahua, Tiny. I received this dog as a gift on my second birthday. At which point, she would fit in my father’s work pocket and pester me throughout her “puppy stage.” Over the years, Tiny grew into a best friend, more so than a pet. However, much of this changed when we found out she had a fatty benign tumor. 1.) At the age of 13 in 2013,…

My sister, Julia My sister is 20. She is beautiful and quick witted, and can be angry and insecure at times. She often feels lonely and scared, though she acts fearless and self contained. But mostly she is alive. Nothing about her is more cherished by me than that. When I first knew my sister she was serious and separate from me. My parents had divorced and I fitted perfectly into the family my mother constructed with her boyfriend. She felt discarded, too old, too bitter a bad fit for this new…